bartending

[wizard_dresden]

Okay, I'm here, I'm working and Bob's made up the specials board for tonight.

Specials
Absinthe

Oh thank you very much, Bob. Hey, I told him he could choose tonight, I shouldn't complain.

Comments

[dragonofgrey]

The 18-19? year old (still wandless) wizard grinned at the special. Couldn't resist stopping by for a glass or two.

"Brilliant idea. I'll have an absinthe then."

[wizard_dresden]

I grin at the kid.

"And in which universe are the underage served alcohol?"

[dragonofgrey]

Draco glared at that, and icily replied, "I'm English, and in Wizarding Society, 17 is the age of maturity. I'm 18 if not 19 now so just serve my order, please." Which was true, and the drinking age in England was 18.

Obviously not the first time he had to defend his age on ability to drink.

[wizard_dresden]

I fold my arms on the bar and lean over to glare right back.

"And that," emphasis on the word, "is not the best way to get someone to do something you want."

Oh yeah, I'm a bastard - and stubborn as hell.

[lichvell_r]

"Finally." Ravin hops into a stool. "I want a double." She closes her book, and it vanishes...

[wizard_dresden]

"Sure thing."

I pour the double and slide it over. Man that stuff is weird.

"Thank the skull. Specials tonight were his idea." I hitch a thumb at the skull on the bar.

[lichvell_r]

Ravin raises the glass to the skull in a toast, and drinks. Hmm, booze and bitter roots... just what she needed. "Good choice."

[wizard_dresden]

"I thought so, even if the wizard didn't agree," Bob says.

[mogget_cat]

"Well, it is a pretty color, I'll admit. Could you serve it in a bowl?" asks the pristinely white cat padding down the bar, eyeing the specials board.

[wizard_dresden]

"Harry, serve the nice green-eyed cat."

I give Bob a look. "I intend to."

And I'm pouring this insane green stuff into a bowl.

"There you are. Why you'd want to drink it, I'll never understand, but hey, I'm just the bartender and I serve what you ask for."

[mogget_cat]

"It actually has a bit of a kick, is why." The cat makes itself comfortable on the countertop, lounging. "And I have not had it in a long while."

The only problem about this form is that he can't down the drink in one go.

He settles for lapping at it.

"Thank you."

[wizard_dresden]

"Oh that I don't doubt. I've just heard the stuff makes you crazy. I don't need help with that."

[maid_of_astolat]

Elaine, coming over for a break in waitessing, looks at the specials board, raising an eyebrow.

"What, pray tell, is absinthe?"

[wizard_dresden]

"A disgustingly green alcohol that has been made illegal in several countries where I'm from. Taste it if you'd like, but it's not one of my preferred beverages."

[maid_of_astolat]

"Oh, I think I shall pass," Elaine says, smiling. "I have seen you bartending before, but I do not think I have spoken to you. I'm Elaine, the Head Waitress."

[wizard_dresden]

"Harry Dresden, the Tuesday night bartender. Pleasure."

[puckishly]

Puck stops, looking amused.

"Is absinthe terribly special, would you say?"

[wizard_dresden]

"No, just less expensive tonight."

[puckishly]

"Hmm."

He taps his chin with a slim finger, seeming to consider this with utmost seriousness.

"Absinthe and I have had our differences in the past, but perhaps tonight amends shall be restored." He grins, taking a seat at the bar. "I think I should like some, if you please."

[wizard_dresden]

I shrug. "It's your insides."

And I will lock Bob in a cabinet if he gives me anything so complex to repeatedly pour again.